The best coffee may have been coffee that I never tasted, but it was delicious in my imagination. When I was a kid and my parents entertained at home, my mother always made a pot of coffee in the old electric percolator. As it gurgled and sighed, it emitted the most intoxicating aroma which wafted up the stairs along with the murmurs and laughter of the guests. I sat quietly in my pajamas at the top step, drinking it all in.

No coffee since has ever smelled as good.

Regards,
Rex.